Bleach Anus Naturally Novels & Stories

I don't feel real, alive, or me. I lock the bathroom door and open the lid to the toilet. My reflection shines in the toilet water. I hate myself. I purge my entire meal. The donuts, muffins, and watermelon fall out of me. The sensation is terrifying, hideous, and makes me dizzy. I feel the stomach acid burning my throat. I flush it all down and use mouth wash to cover up my vomit breath. I feel like I'm near death. Anorexia is death-a death sentence I have forced on myself.

The bathroom door is locked. I checked it three times. Click. Jiggle. Secure. I am alone in the small, tiled box. The air smells of cheap lemon cleaner and my own nervous sweat. The fan overhead rattles, a mechanical wheeze that grates on my nerves. On the white porcelain of the sink, I have arranged them. Clearblue. First Response. E.P.T. I take them out of the packaging. The foil crinkles loudly in the silence. I place the plastic sticks in a row, parallel to the edge of the sink. They look like instruments. Like scalpels.

Anthony asked again. "Murder." Anthony sharply turned his head to the assistant detective. "What?" "Murder. Many murderers use bleach to dissolve the bodies of their victims after killing them, and also clean up. Those two are going to murder someone..." ***** In the next twenty minutes, Portia and Cora were able to get all the packs of bleach into the basement. Portia held the knife as she opened the door of the cubicle on the left while Cora handled the right. "Wakey wakey! Time to die, little boy," Cora said in a nasal voice as she woke Jayden, who had fallen asleep by the door. She dragged him out by his collar.

"I’ve heard of it, but I’m not entirely sure what it involves. Could you explain it to me?" "Sure. An enema is a procedure where a liquid is introduced into the rectum to stimulate evacuation of the bowels. It’s often used for medical reasons, like relieving constipation or preparing for certain medical exams. Some people also use it for personal or intimate reasons, as part of specific types of play." "I didn’t realise it had those medical uses as well. So, it’s not just for pleasure or BDSM, it has a practical side too?" "Exactly. It can be used in both medical and recreational contexts, but if someone’s considering it for the latter, it’s really important that it's done safely."

Ella nods. “I am not doing that!” I exclaim. “Oh yes, you are,” Lana grabs my arm. “Drink your coffee. Our first stop is anal bleaching, so get your sexy ass upstairs and in the shower. Wear something with easy access.” “Anal bleaching? Please tell me that is something else and not what it sounds like,” I gulp. “It's exactly what it sounds like. We're gonna get that asshole of yours waxed and bleached. No man wants to look at a dark, depressing sinkhole when they are giving anal. It should look very inviting,” Ella winks.

He took something and even went to his room; I have no idea what he took. "What did you take?" I was surprised because he rubbed something cold on me when I asked when he came here. I felt him insert his finger there, and it was a strange feeling when he was fingering my anus. "Don't worry, it's going to be slippery, and it's a lubricant, it's safe," Ace said, and I didn't say anything, but it was cold. "The important thing is there is a muscle in the anus, or what they call the sphincter, that needs to be relaxed for penetration to be comfortable, which is why I am using a lubricant on you," Ace stated,

He took his time peeling it back, grimacing at the sight. He would’ve cauterized or cut the putrid flesh away if it was one of his men. He knew nothing of caring for something– someone so… delicate. He rummaged through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, finding gauze and a bottle of peroxide that was almost empty. Twisting the cap off with his teeth, he returned and abruptly poured the liquid all over the inflamed area. Anateya groaned weakly, lifting her head slightly and recoiling from his ‘care’.

It felt big enough. She was gently rocking her hips back and forth. She ran the tips of her long nails over my skin. lightly scratching me. Rocking back and forth and scratching my skin. Her nails felt great. However, I could feel my self wide open. When she rocked forward my anus felt like it was being pushed in. When she pulled back it was like my anus was being pulled out. There was no lube. No sliding in and out. My anus seemed to go backwards and forwards with each stroke.

Oh shit, it feels good on my clit, my heavenly bead hard like a rock, begging to be stroked. And I go for it then. Bringing the shower head up until it’s only an inch away, I blast it full force at my clit before turning to my anus, and blasting that too. One-two-one-two. Oh yeah, the water makes me scream, rushing towards the peak at a hundred miles an hour. “Unnnnh!” comes my inarticulate cry. “Oh oh oh!”

I look at him, masking how disgusted I truly feel, and smile a little. I sigh as the door finally shuts and he leaves. Thank God. I need some good soap or handwash, and I hope I don't get rabies. Maybe bleach. Yeah, definitely bleach. Once I am sure he's gone, I change quickly into my gym clothes and open the window.